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Highest Praise for Leo J. Maloney and His Thrillers
Twelve Hours
“Fine writing and real insider knowledge make this a must.”
—Lee Child
Black Skies
“Smart, savvy, and told with the pace and nuance that only
a former spook could bring to the page, Black Skies is a
tour-de-force novel of 21st century espionage and a great
geopolitical thriller. Maloney is the new master of the
modern spy game and this is first-rate story telling.”
—Mark Sullivan
“Black Skies is rough, tough, and entertaining. Leo J.
Maloney has written a ripping story.”
—Meg Gardiner
Silent Assassin
“Leo Maloney has done it again. Real life often
overshadows fiction and Silent Assassin is both: a
terrifyingly thrilling story of a man on a clandestine
mission to save us all from a madman hell-bent on murder,
written by a man who knows that world all too well.”
—Michele McPhee
“From the bloody, ripped-from-the-headlines opening
sequence, Silent Assassin grabs you and doesn’t let go.
Silent Assassin has everything a thriller reader wants—
nasty villains, twists and turns, and a hero—Cobra—
who just plain kicks ass.”
—Ben Coes
“Dan Morgan, a former Black Ops agent called out of
retirement and back into a secretive world of politics
and deceit to stop a madman.”
—The Stoneham Independent
Termination Orders
“Leo J. Maloney is the new voice to be reckoned with.
Termination Orders rings with the authenticity that can
only come from an insider. This is one outstanding thriller!”
—John Gilstrap
“Taut, tense, and terrifying! You’ll cross your fingers it’s
fiction—in this high-powered, action-packed thriller, Leo
Maloney proves he clearly knows his stuff.”
—Hank Phillippi Ryan
“A new must-read action thriller that features a
double-crossing CIA and Congress, vengeful
foreign agents, a corporate drug ring, the Taliban,
and narco-terrorists . . . A you-are-there account of
torture, assassination, and double agents, where nothing
is as it seems.”
—Jon Renaud
“Leo J. Maloney is a real-life Jason Bourne.”
—Josh Zwylen, Wicked Local Stoneham
“A masterly blend of Black Ops intrigue, cleverly
interwoven with imaginative sequences of fiction.
The reader must guess which accounts are real and
which are merely storytelling.”
—Chris Treece, “The Chris Treece Show”
“A deep ops story, presented in an epic style, that mixes
fact with a bit of fiction to create a spy thriller that takes
the reader deep into secret spy missions.”
—Cy Hilterman, Best Sellers World
“For fans of spy thrillers seeking a bit of realism mixed
into their novels, Termination Orders will prove to be
an excellent pick. Recommended.”
—Midwest Book Reviews
ALSO BY LEO J. MALONEY
Termination Orders
Silent Assassin
Black Skies
Twelve Hours
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Table of Contents
Highest Praise for Leo J. Maloney and His Thrillers
ALSO BY LEO J. MALONEY
Title Page
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Teaser chapter
Copyright Page
While writing this book I spent time in New York City
and spoke to many police officers and firefighters there. I
dedicate this novel to all the innocent victims of 9/11 and
to all the courageous men and women who were the first
responders to that horrific terrorist attack. Thank you to
all military personnel and first responders for your
service to our country. God Bless America.
Thanksgiving Day, 11:00 A.M.
The Bahrainis walked into the Park Avenue lobby of the Waldorf Astoria precisely at the appointed time, Acosta noted, looking down at his watch. Four of them, each in a sharp dark gray suit, tieless, all sporting facial hair in various styles. They walked with deliberate strides in a loose V formation, one man taking the lead. He had a trim black moustache on an angular face of light olive skin. His eyes were hidden behind dark gold-framed aviator sunglasses, but as he drew closer, Acosta saw an impassive expression—the face of a man who would be hard to please. Acosta adjusted his tie.
“That them?” asked Shane Rosso.
“I would believe so, Mr. Rosso.”
Rosso grunted in response. He was a simple man, an aging ex-cop of few words and, Acosta suspected, just as many thoughts. He was no good with guests, lacking the fine-tuned sense of politeness and propriety needed to work luxury hospitality. He was a fine head of security, though, and Acosta preferred him behind the scenes where he belonged. But the newcomers had asked for him to be present at their arrival, so here he was.